Chang Shuying lowered her head without saying a word and silently began to write.
Zhou Hongyu stood by, keeping a close eye on the situation. If things went wrong, she would immediately take Shuying away, lest the child never dare to face her grandmother again, which would be a serious problem.
Chang Shuying drew for a while, and the outline of the forest appeared under her brush. Zhou Pozi gradually put down her pipe and stared intently at her, following the rhythm of her brushstrokes.
This feeling of déjà vu is like seeing an old friend again.
"You need to be gentle here, that's not how you draw it!"
"No way! That's how it should be drawn!"
Chang Shuying focused intently on her painting, and boldly refuted Granny Zhou's suggestions.
When Chang Shuying finished drawing and put down her brush, she looked up and saw that Granny Zhou had a cold face and seemed unhappy.
Her voice was barely audible as she defended herself: "I drew very well!"
Zhou Hongyu looked at Granny Zhou and nodded vigorously, even though she couldn't see anything either!
Granny Zhou, unusually stern-faced, nodded and praised, "Not bad!"
Chang Shuying was stunned. Was her grandmother praising her?
Granny Zhou took out some Xuan paper and a brush from the cupboard and threw them to Chang Shuying. Pointing to the landscape painting hanging on the wall, she ordered her, "Make me copy this painting exactly!"
How could it be drawn exactly like a dead old man? The more I look at it, the more I want to cry!
Chang Shuying silently pushed the things away: "I only know how to do that one, the other art teachers didn't teach me."
Granny Zhou roared, "Zhou Hongyu, how did you raise your child? She doesn't even learn this. When will she ever learn it? You live in the city, don't you know there's a children's palace!"
Zhou Hongyu raised her hands in surrender. See? Even though she was the old lady's most favored youngest daughter, she was still scolded every few days.
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